Freaks (Ticci Toby) ((Sequel to Outcasts))

Chapter Nine;

Chapter Nine

Kerigan

Spurred on by the other nights fiasco, I had decided to start practicing telepathy as well. I discovered that not only can I move and stop things with my mind, I could also control the wind. I was so excited, I couldn't sit still, and it was like a dam had broke inside me, and all these abilities kept pouring out.

Every time I had unlocked a new "power," my ears would ring and my vision would blur for a few moments, before a sizzling like sound would fizz through my mind, like the power was settling into the membrane of my head.

Unfortunately, with the powers, came a huge price. My depression started getting worse and worse, and no matter how much I slept, and I slept a lot, I never felt fulfilled.

"You h-have got to w-working yourself s-so much." Toby whispered, an I frowned, my eyes heavy as I laid my head on his chest.

"I want to know what all abilities I have." I whispered quietly, and he sighed gently before kissing my head. A week had passed since I had seen the Grossman. Or, rather, since everyone else had seen him. He showed up late at night two nights ago to leave a note on our window sill saying to put a nail beneath the sill and he'll leave the things there for me next Wednesday.

"I know... Kerigan?" Toby whispered, and I hummed in response, my eyes sliding shut. "I-I... I noticed... The last time I went out... The blood, i-it-"

"Toby don't," I snapped, suddenly wide awake as I tried pulling away.

"Kerigan, there's n-nothing wrong with it-"

"Yes there is, I-"

"No, what's th-the worst that could-"

"I could become a monster!" I snapped, and he frowned deeply.

"Like me?" He whispered, letting go of me. I winced and sat up.

"What? No! You're not a monster! You don't crave blood like I do, I-"

"Th-there are different types of blood lust, Keri." He whispers, looking away. I wince, and stare down at my hands, not even looking up when he shifted, sitting up as well. "K-Kerigan..." I swallowed, not looking up. "Babe." He said more firmly, and I looked up.

His shoulder was bleeding from a small, deep gash. I gasped in shock and went to get up to grab a bandage, when he pulled me back down.

"N-No... I want you to, I want y-you to try it. Fresh." I winced and shook my head in fear. He sighed and pulled me against him, and this close, I could smell the sweet, musky, thick scent of the life blood pouring from his skin. My eyes closed and I inhaled deeply, like an animal. I whimper gently. "Please... I-I want you to..."

I latch on to the wound.

My tongue flicks against the cut, and it's like the blood starts pouring faster and faster as I suck on his skin. The taste- god the taste was perfection. It was sweet and salty and warm and rich and like chocolate covered strawberries or caramel-chocolate dipped apples with peanuts on the outside, but lord I couldn't get enough. I felt a moan rumble through both of us at the same time, and his hand fisted in my hair, while his other arm cupped my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I felt his heartbeat pound through my ears- or was that mine? I couldn't tell anymore.

He laid back, and I straddled his hips. We broke apart for mere seconds so he could rip our shirts over our heads. His hand was rough as he pulled my face back into his neck. I latched on, biting down as he groaned and grabbed my hips.

"Fuck..." He moans loudly, and I could feel myself slipping into a dark, angry, lustful, animalistic state- something I had never experienced but somehow recognized. It was carnivorous, and it was black. I had the feeling he was starting to feel the same way.

It was that night that I marked him. Not just scratches that showed for a day or a hickey he had for a week. Cuts and bruises and bites that would scar, deep bleeding scratches down his back. I had bite marks all over my skin and hand prints on my ass, and my head pounded from him pulling on it. We were both exhausted and sweaty, and didn't even bother disconnecting from one another as we laid in each others arms.

"I-I'm s-sorry, I... G-Got pretty rough..." He whispers suddenly, sounding worried and terrified and his own actions. I grinned and ran a nail down his chest.

"Don't apologize. And next time, just a tip?" I look up at him and he raises an eyebrow. I felt a sadistic and masochistic smile spread my lips. "I'm really into choking." I chuckle as his cheeks turn bright pink and he swallows audibly. I lay my head down, and fall asleep almost instantly.

That night, at some point, Grossman had snuck in and left a note in my underwear drawer to put a nail under the window sill so he could just put the bag there with everything. I blushed, biting my lip, hoping he hadn't seen... Too much of Toby and I. Toby bounds into the room, his hair wet from our shower, and kisses me full on the lips before giving me a cup of coffee.

"Whoa- you're really upbeat." I giggle, and he claps his hands together in excitement.

"Okay. S-So. You've been v-very good. So... SLENDY IS LETTING US ALL HAVE OUR DEVICES BACK!" He yells, and picks me up. I gasp and hug him in fear, then in joy.

"I get my phone and tablet back?!" I yell, and Toby smiles, nodding. I gasp again, louder. "I GET MY MUSIC BACK?" Toby nods again, kissing all over my face as I squeal. I shoved my legs into my pants and pulled a shirt over my head before we bounded downstairs. LJ and Jeff were already scrolling through their matching iPhones, laughing as they looked at pictures. Slender handed Toby his phone and laptop, before staring down at me.

"I feel as though you've made quite a bit of progress down here. I hope you realize that we only have done what we have because we wish to keep you safe. You're a part of us now, and though that may not seem like anything good, to us, it's a great big deal. I try to give my children good lives... I try my best. Now you're one of my children too. So... Here." He holds out a bag with my phone, tablet, and their chargers, along with my head phones and speaker. I stared up at him, then surprised everyone by launching into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Thanks, Rich." I mumbled, sniffling slightly as I pulled back and took my things. A slight pink tinge covered where his cheeks should have been and he rubbed his head.

"No problem." He said, and I giggled, powering everything up. Toby smiled at me as I leaned against him.

Dont go all Stockholm. They still murdered someone before your eyes. They're still killers. They're terrible monsters. Never forget who they really are. My thoughts sobered me some, but I mostly ignored them. I mean, I was trapped here. It's not like I would become a killer, right?